I may hold
On the stairs
By myself
No one's there
All alone
In my head
Thinking 'bout
What you said

And my thoughts just keep on racing
About the same old situation
And I'm wishing I could change it
Life is what you make it

One of these days, you sit
And then you ask yourself
What it's really all about

Rise up in the morning, first thing I see
People killing people on my TV screen
It's hard to believe how we live these days
Chasing one another like rats in the race
Hectic in the city, they move so fast
Focus on the future, living in the past
Cant keep up the pace, feeling out of space
Finger on the trigger, just in case

And my thoughts just keep on racing
About the same old situation
And I'm wishing I could change it
Life is what you make it

One of these days, you sit
And then you ask yourself
What it's really all about

Sometimes I feel like smiling (alright)
Sometimes I feel like crying (inside)
Sometimes I feel big and strong
Sometimes I feel nothing at all
Sometimes I feel like flying (away)
Sometimes I feel like lying (to myself)
Sometimes I don't know what to say
When all the words get in the way
Sometimes I feel like screaming (in my head)
Sometimes I feel like dreaming (about peace)
Sometimes I feel like breaking down
When all I want is safe and sound

One of these days, you sit
And then you ask yourself
What it's really all about (you are not the only one)